Silver Circlet Novels & Stories

His mouth quirked. “She has been a princess in truth since the day she walked into this keep and told us we were wrong about who she was,” he said. “Today, we give the work she has already done a name and a symbol so others will know where to look when they need someone to stand with them.” He turned the circlet in his hands. It wasn’t the heavy coronet our ancestors had worn. It was lighter. A slim silver diadem shaped like a crescent, its ends tapering back along where it would rest against the skull. In the center, a small stone—moonstone, threaded with faint veins of darker silver—caught the lantern light.

Selene exclaimed, rubbing her wrists before Helene pulled out an identical pair of bracelets, save for one very important thing. “There’s a rebel force at work in this city, Selene.” Helene explained. “Little does Blaise know, but his silversmith is a member. There are a few aristocrats on their side, but they can’t effectively resist Blaise if they’re under his thumb, so the smith started making replica cuffs for the noble members. They look exactly like the real thing - but they’re made of an aluminum alloy instead of real silver, so they won’t affect your magic.”

he said, “Take it as a token of our gratitude for your safe return, by the grace of Selene.” “By the grace of Selene,” I said, hesitating for a moment more before I accepted the gift. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.” “If you have any interest in anything else, please let me know,” the silversmith said. “It would be an honor to have you wear any of our jewelry.” It was far too kind an offer, but my eyes had already spotted a thick metal ring with an ornate trail of wolfsbane carved around the band. There was a matching one, though it was smaller and sleeker.

she hissed, her voice carrying the wave of cold tones, “but they’ll still search for the omega beneath the title. Every rival Luna in that room will be looking for the seam. For our sakes, you better not give them one.” I held her gaze. “I won’t.” She returned to the garments. The attire was Silvercrest’s formal presentation — dark fabric, structured, silver threading worked through it in patterns that followed the bond’s traditional markings. Heavier and more beautiful than anything I had worn. Every detail spoke power fluently. I wasn’t sure I spoke the language yet. One of the assistants arranged the silver threading at my wrists. The other worked at the clasp, a ceremonial piece, Caia ex

Not that they couldn’t tell anyway. After that, they had left my red hair running in wild waves down my back, and placed a silver circlet around my forehead with a delicate blue gem in the center. My makeup was nothing short of ethereal, with shimmering silver eyeshadow, soft pink lip gloss, and the faintest touch of blush that made me glow as if I’d just stepped out of the bath.

She knew the hope. She held a circlet of silver and wildflowers, woven together, pulsing with pale light. The silver had been forged from the first wolf's blade, melted down and reshaped by a Lycan smith who had once served the king, who had once worn the shadow, who had once been an enemy and was now pack. The wildflowers had been gathered from the clearing where Cassian had proposed, where the first wolf had once walked, where the bond had first blazed between us, where we had promised to love each other until the end of the world. The circlet was not a crown of thorns. It was not a crown of bone. It was not a crown of shadow. It was a crown of hope. It was a crown of love. It was a crown

Mine. Lyra lifted her hand, palm down. “Begin.” Two elders stepped forward carrying a narrow velvet tray. On it lay the circlet Lyra had shown Sable—dark metal etched with the same geometry as the mark. Not iron. Something older. Sable’s skin crawled. Lyra took the circlet and approached Sable slowly, like she was soothing a wild animal into a trap. “This will stabilize the bond,” Lyra said. “It will quiet the second heartbeat.”

She grinned and flipped it open. For once I didn’t think Adley’s squeal was over dramatic because the circlet sitting in the box had to be priceless. The gold matched that of my amulet, curving to form dainty spirals speckled with rubies. Without realizing, I took a step back when Leslie approached me with the circlet in her hands. “You’re going to be Queen, and a Queen needs a crown.” She said, and something in her voice brought me back to my talk with Dain.

Never! He smiled with a proud glint in his eye as she lifted her head. One of the attendants offered a rough-looking black circular crown, the top spike in the center adorned with a massive black gemstone. Around the circlet's base are four long horn-like thorns. Nothing about the crown screamed glamor; everything about it roared status and dominance.

“I heard a lot of different things the night you first got here. I asked a Troll, who said he’d easily pay five thousand gal. A centaur said he’d pay only to bring it to the King. There was one strange character that said he’d give me a castle if I told him the location of one. But I think most of them thought I was just talking and asking hypothetical questions.” “Gal is gold, right?” I confirmed. He nods. I did my best to estimate what the conversation rate of shil and gal would be in American dollars. From what I can guess, one shil, or a silver piece, is worth about fifty in American, and a gal is about one hundred. That was a lot of money these Daemonaria were willing to pay for a piece